On Beards

Recently, I grew a shit beard. Due to my dis­tinct non-​hirsuteness it was a sort of neo-​goatee affair, con­sist­ing of ginger mous­tache and chin-​covering with a mul­ti­coloured brown-​blonde-​ginger patch­work across the rest of my face. Today I finally shaved it all off, having decided once and for all that a beard doesn’t suit me. Unfor­tu­nately, it appears that I was much too used to the beard and, now that it is gone, I can’t shake the feel­ing that my face doesn’t suit me.

Chill­ing.

Posted at 10am on 07/12/02 by Jack Mottram to the misc. category.
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